dr_con Posted February 12, 2015 Share Posted February 12, 2015 Because that’s not where it comes from The dark upon the stair but a foreground to the old woman on crutches recently returned who might be Mother hobbling up This also is emptiness perfect and absolute quiet in its glamours just as it is Not how your memories and dictates make it So hush and enjoy the Relative moment Never the same no matter how many times we repeat this. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted February 12, 2015 Share Posted February 12, 2015 Quite moody at the beginning, kinda haunting (in a good way).....then Not how your memories and dictates make it Not sad, not mean.....honest? forthright? Maybe stoic? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted February 16, 2015 Share Posted February 16, 2015 I would apply Marti's observations to the whole poem -- ... Not sad, not mean.....honest? forthright? Maybe stoic? -- and characterize it as honest, forthright, stoic, mature.Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted February 17, 2015 Author Share Posted February 17, 2015 Thank You Both! Interesting response- I like it! ;-) I vaguely working on some of the Zen precepts, thinking about the ol' -- The capital is everywhere, schtick. And saw the neigbor's son pull in after I had seen an ambulance remove her a few days back It was a creepy ish image- sort of -- I imagined himtaking care of her in the old dark house and how mournful and scary that would have been to me when young, and this is what arose. As always, thank you for your insightful responses;-) jURIS Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted February 23, 2015 Share Posted February 23, 2015 Your poem seems to align with my neighbour, an 86 year old woman who recently fell and broke a hip. I keep asking her husband (he's 89) if she's coming home,but she's also suffering dementia so his answers are usually polite but varied and vague. How often we daily observe the lives of others but all we can do is count our blessings. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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